The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Shakspeare, Davies, Donne, Hall, Stirling, Jonson, Corbet, Carew, DrummondSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... truth . In his eighteenth year , or perhaps a little sooner , he married Anne Hathaway , who was eight years older than himself , the daughter of one Hathaway , who is said to have been a substantial yeoman in the neighbourhood of ...
... truth . In his eighteenth year , or perhaps a little sooner , he married Anne Hathaway , who was eight years older than himself , the daughter of one Hathaway , who is said to have been a substantial yeoman in the neighbourhood of ...
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... truth , if there be no self - trust ? When shall be think to find a stranger just , When he himself himself confounds , betrays To slanderous tongues , and wretched hateful days ? Now stole upon the time the dead of night , When heavy ...
... truth , if there be no self - trust ? When shall be think to find a stranger just , When he himself himself confounds , betrays To slanderous tongues , and wretched hateful days ? Now stole upon the time the dead of night , When heavy ...
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... Truth and Virtue have to do with thee , A thousand crosses keep them from thy aid ; They buy thy help : but Sin ne'er gives a fee , He gratis comes ; and thou art well appay'd As well to hear as grant what he hath said . My Collatine ...
... Truth and Virtue have to do with thee , A thousand crosses keep them from thy aid ; They buy thy help : but Sin ne'er gives a fee , He gratis comes ; and thou art well appay'd As well to hear as grant what he hath said . My Collatine ...
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... truth and beauty shall together thrive , If from thyself to store thou would'st convert : Or else of thee this I prognosticate , Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date . SONNET XI . As fast as thou shalt wane , so fast thou grow ...
... truth and beauty shall together thrive , If from thyself to store thou would'st convert : Or else of thee this I prognosticate , Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date . SONNET XI . As fast as thou shalt wane , so fast thou grow ...
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... truth proves thievish for a prize so dear . SONNET XLIX . ACAINST that time , if ever that time come , When I shall see thee frown on my defects , Whenas thy love hath cast his utmost sum , Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects ...
... truth proves thievish for a prize so dear . SONNET XLIX . ACAINST that time , if ever that time come , When I shall see thee frown on my defects , Whenas thy love hath cast his utmost sum , Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects ...
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